The script instructs you to act like an unaware giantess. You are to be delivered an exquisitely large meal. A meal which, unbeknownst to your character, is filled with countless victims just waiting to be sent down your gullet and into your waiting tummy. Victims that, if your past experience has show to be true, may not survive, even with the supposed invulnerability granted by the shrinking booth.
From the corner of your eye you watch in the distance as a gaggle of dark-skinned Latinas are brought over to the shrinking machine. Five of them, to be precise. Judging from their serene expression, you can guess their story: illegals brought in by the studio as cannon fodder. Cheap to pay, cheap to replace, and if something went wrong, cheap to erase. Pity overtakes you as their forms dwindle underneath the Pym rays. If only they knew.
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A few minutes later and the set is abuzz. MacReady and the camera crew have set up shop, aiming an army of cameras at the booth you're sitting in. Before you is a feast worthy of a king; all kinds of deserts ranging from cakes to doughnuts sit tantalizingly beneath your gaze. As delicious as they look, something stops you from digging in: the five girls have been randomly stuffed away, awaiting their fate.
Not wanting to put it off any longer, you reach down for a chocolate long-john doughnut. Bracing yourself, you bring the dougnut up and slide most of it into your mouth. You jaw closes upwards, snapping off a good three fourths from its base. You begin to chew in earnest, breaking down the soft dessert when you feel something odd on your tongue. It's harder than the dough, shaped like an hour glass, and tastes foully of human sweat.
Yep, it has to be one of the Latina. Not wanting to cause her any undue pain, you maneuver the figure towards the back of your throat and with a single, powerful gulp send her down your esophagus. The sensation of the two inch tall girl sliding down your throat causes you to nearly gag, but you hold it in.
"Excellent!" MacReady yells. "The x-ray cameras caught everything. Keep at it, gal, this footage is fantastic. You should see how she was squirmin' in there. It's beautiful!"
His praise disgusts you, but you press on...
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